Lyrics:

(DJ Paul)
Yeah!
For the first time it's goin' down, history baby!
New Three 6 Mafia, featuring Eightball and MJG, Young Buck!
It's a Tennessee thing!

(Hook: Juicy J)
I gotta stay high, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
Till I die, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
I gotta stay high, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
Till I die, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
I gotta stay high, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
Till I die, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
I gotta stay high, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh
Till I die, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh

(Juicy J)
They call me the Juice and you know I'ma stunt
Ridin' in the car with some bump in the trunk
Tone in my lap and you know it's a pump
Breakin' down the good green, rollin' the blunt
Ghetto pimp tight, girls say I'm the man
Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chain
Ridin' through the hood, got me grippin' the grain
And I'm sippin' the same while I'm changin' the lane
Eyes real tight cause I'm chokin' the green
Vision messed up cause I'm drinkin' the lean
Messin' with a D-Boy, ridin' them big toys
Make your main gal wanna get on my team
She gotta give it up before she get in my car
I ain't Denzel but I know I'm a star
Cause when I'm in the club, I be back in the fog
In the V.I.P. part and be buyin' the bar

(DJ Paul)
DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust
You leave your green around me, nigga, your green gonna get lit up
You leave your drank around me, believe your drank gonna get drunk up
You leave your girl around me, if she bad, she gonna get stuck
These niggas is spies, we live them lives
Keep them eyes tight, ridin' round what they like
Make a couple numb, a couple will die
So purple, purple, purple and swallow it down with
The yurple, yurple, yurple, it's goin' down

(Hook: Juicy J)
I gotta stay high, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
Till I die, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
I gotta stay high, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
Till I die, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh

(Young Buck)
Puff-puff, pass, nigga roll that blunt
Let's get high, nigga smoke us one
Paul pulled out the Phantom, niggas can't stand it
But them hoes gonna come out
Just really wanna smoke my weed
Fuck these hoes and stack my g's
Stop at the light and pause on Three
Hit the mall and it be all on me, but
Gotta keep one eye up on the po-po
Close the window when I roll the indo
Know they mad cause I'm rollin' Benzo
This that purple, not pretendo
Three 6 Mafia, them my kinfolks
So when I'm in Memphis, Tennekee
I just might not bring my own
Cause them niggaz there let me smoke for free

(Crunchy Black)
What's up, Mary (how you doin')
Mary Jane (stalkin' me)
Since I have met you, girl (you ruined my brain, ruined my brain)
You stole my heart (stole my heart)
Right from the start (right from the start)
So I broke you down, let momma put you in the garden (put you in the garden)

(Hook: Juicy J)
I gotta stay high, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
Till I die, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
I gotta stay high, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
Till I die, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh

(Eightball)
Premro, full of that dro
Leave the club full of Rosé Mo
Your girlfriend wanna ride with me
In a car with a pimp, where she supposed to be
You ain't met no dude spit it cold as me
The bag of kush cost six fifty
Have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller
Coughin' and chokin' constantly
Taste like soup when you hit it
Gotta have bread to get it
Smoke all night, sleep all day
That's the epitome of the American way
Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit
Blow that shit out slow, then pass it to me, bro

(MJG)
MJ finna sprinkle in some of that
Super incredible, have a nigga runnin' back
Where that nigga with the hood sticky number at
Cuttin' up a cigarillo like a lumberjack
In the mornin, when I need this and breathe again a whole lotta weed, but uh
I'm needin' somebody to give me what I need
When I want nothin' less than the best of the trees
DJ Paul and Juicy J, Eightball and MJG
And Young Buck, we don't give a fuck, we must represent this Tennessee
We drink a whole lot of Hennessy
Nigga got a lil hair on his chest
Do me like Bill Clinton, girl, take it out ya mouth
We'll shoot it right down on your dress

(Juicy J)
High, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh